The Good, the Bad & the Undies.

Seven

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Chapter Seven- Shut up, Levi!

There were way too many differences between Belle and Sebastian to count. One of many was this;

Isabelle was not- major emphasis on that one word, NOT a morning person. She hated getting out of bed, she hated waking up early and she could not wake up early even when she went to bed early. She loathed the mere idea of mornings with a passion.

On the other hand, Sebastian was a VERY morning person. Something that wasn't appreciated by Isabelle because he wasn't a quiet morning person. He was a 'I'm awake and I need to let everybody-and by everybody I specifically mean Isabelle- know by waking them (her) up too' kind of morning person

"Pink Panties, you have 5 minutes to wake the fuck up and meet me down by the lawn!" Sebastian yelled through what sounded like a megaphone from outside. His voice echoed throughout Belle's room.

Why did he own a megaphone in the first place?

That was a story for another day.

It had been four days since that day when Sebastian's grandma dragged him by his ear and forced him to drop her to school. Four days since she had been abandoned on the road by Sebastian. Four days since she decided that she was going to avoid him.

Isabelle groaned in annoyance. Today, she'd had enough. She got off of her warm bed and stormed to her window not caring about her crazy bed head or whether she had any dried up drool on her chin (which she didn't by the way), she was furious.

She pulled the curtain aside and slid her window open only to be greeted by her annoying neighbour.

He had his head out of his own window and was holding a white megaphone that suspiciously looked a lot like the one they had in their school's gym that mysteriously went missing a few days ago, in front of his mouth.

"Morning, sunshine," Sebastian said with a grin. He was shirtless, and his hair was wet like he'd just gotten out of the shower and perhaps this wasn't mentioned before, before but Sebastian had a lot of tattoos on his neck. A LOT.

He had a few in his arms and chest too but his entire neck, all around was covered with tattoos and people might say that was way too many tattoos to have in that age on your neck but nobody would be able to deny that they made Sebastian look like a hot bad boy straight out of a runway. If anybody said otherwise, they were lying. Even this early in the morning, he looked like he just stepped out from a fashion magazine- Bad Boy Edition and that annoyed Isabelle even more for some reason.

If Isabelle didn't have drool on her chin before, she did now because Sebastian was heating up the entire neighbourhood.

What was I going to say again? Right.

Remembering that she was supposed to be mad, and her purpose of getting out of her warm, comfortable bed was because she wanted to give him a piece of her mind today, she straightened her back and glared at her bad boy neighbour.

"What is your problem, little miss sunshine?"

"A lot of things," he said, still using the loud megaphone, "Terrorism, global warming, Donald Trump, you, etcetera, etcetera."

Isabelle couldn't distinguish what made her even more furious, the fact that he had called her Pink Panties loud enough for the entire street to hear earlier or the fact that he had just put her on a list alongside Donald Trump.